At this moment, Cen Yunzi was already sitting in front of the stove.
He took out two teacups, placed one in front of himself and another one opposite him.
Shi Yuezhu hesitated for a moment but still walked into the courtyard and sat opposite Cen Yunzi.
Liu Xilan sensibly did not follow. After all, she was a junior and it wasn't appropriate to disturb their conversation.
The fire in the stove was quite strong, and soon the tea in the kettle began to boil.
The scalding tea overflowed from the kettle spout, landing on the charcoal fire with a sizzling sound.
Seeing this, Cen Yunzi then lifted the kettle and poured a cup of tea in front of Shi Yuezhu.
"Junior sister, your senior brother has really aged."
The first sentence Cen Yunzi spoke was a sigh.
"Why do you say this, senior brother? At your age, a cultivator should be in their prime."
"Don't use these words to put off your senior brother. Whether one ages or not, your senior brother knows it best himself.
